The Snow Maiden

I was always a straight B student. Because a C made me look dumb and an A wasn't worth the effort. Scoring an A is for suckers. This pissed off the wrong people (my parents), so I was punished by being sent out here: a village in the snow country. But instead of building character, I met this village's darkest secret: the girl in the snow. She was dead and she changed my life. - UPDATES EVERY MONDAY, WEDNESDAY AND FRIDAY!

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3. Chapter 3

I stared at her. I didn't know what to say or do. The girl seemed to be roughly my age, maybe younger, maybe seventeen, definitely high school age. Her long black hair spilled over the snow like a cascade of ink, her face deathly pale, her lips slightly blue. But it was her clothes that caught my eye. She wore a white kimono with extremely wide sleeves. It was the same color as the snow and if it wasn't for her hair, she would have blended in perfectly.

Was she alive or dead? Maybe it was a suicide? Yes, probably. Maybe she was pressured into achieving straight As at school, broke under the pressure, took some sleeping pills and decided to die in the snow. If that was the case, then the polite thing to do would to be to let her die. See? The best way to get through school is straight Bs.

But.

I looked down at my feet and the footsteps I left behind. Wether I liked it or not, I was involved now. If the police found her body, they'd find my footsteps too. I wouldn't take much to trace my steps to me and I'd immediately be accused of murder. Maybe the detectives will profile me as a sexually starved seventeen year-old boy, eyes gleaming with lust. The media would have a field day with this.

I had a choice: do something or walk away. But in reality I had no choice at all. So I walked over and put my finger under her nose. And I felt a whisper of breath.

My heart rose to my throat. The girl was alive! I took a good look at her face. She seemed Japanese but at the same time there was something odd about the way she looked. I couldn't quite put my finger on it...she was beautiful, like an angel, but there was just something off about her.

I cleared my throat. "Hey."

Only the silence of the forest answered me. Well, what was I expecting.

I grabbed her shoulder and shook her. "Can you hear me?"

Now my fingerprints and skin flakes were on her. No more going back. The police now have all the evidence they need to solve the case.

"Hnghh..." There was the faintest hint of a scowl of her brows. Like a baby who didn't want to be woken up. She pouted slightly.

Now I was starting to feel kind of pissed. What kind of person acted so nonchalantly in the middle of their own suicide? You are THIS close to literally ruining my life. At least act a little more somber.

I put my arm around her shoulders and pulled her up into a sitting position. The scent of snow clung to her body, her clothes, her hair. I put her down, but she suddenly moved: her arms were around my waist, her weight pulling me down with her.

A chill reached deep into my gut. For a moment I froze with panic. What was that feeling? This sensation of unbearable cold, a wrenching loneliness stirring in a remote corner of my heart.

I took a breath. Forget about your feelings. There's more important stuff to be solved here. Like this girl.

I resisted her weight and stood up. "Hey, wake up. You can hear me, right?"

"Hnghh...?" There was recognition in her voice. Message received. But instead of opening her eyes, she kept her arms locked in position, her icy body against mine. I breathed hard. I felt weak and dizzy.

"Hey! Hey!"

"Hmmmm..." There was a ghost of a smile on her lips. She leaned into me and her hands reached into my pockets.

“W-What are you doing?" I demanded. My face turned red.

Her blue lips turned velvet and she let out a contended sigh. My eyes were wide with shock: how could her color change so quickly? It seemed impossible, inhuman really. In a jolt of panic, I pushed her away. She landed on the pile of snow.

But there was something in her hands.

I felt my pockets. She had taken out the two cans of milk tea.

The girl put the cans against her snow white face and her expression was one of utter bliss. Her cheeks turned rosy and her whole face lit up. Like a flame that has come to life. Like the first flower of spring.

She opened her eyes. They were blue and peered at me. She smiled slightly.

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